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The night before the birthday bash, Molly and Bill huddled behind a stack of cardboard boxes in the dimly lit community center hallway. The smell of stale pizza and glitter lingered, a reminder that the kids’ party would be a circus of balloons, clowns, and, of course, a mountain of wrapped gifts. Molly twirled a rubber chicken she’d stolen from a clown’s kit, while Bill adjusted his oversized night‑vision goggles, which made his eyes look like two tiny flashlights. They’d scoped the venue earlier, noting the open kitchen door, the loose fence around the inflatable castle, and the fact that the parents would be distracted by a magician’s disappearing act. The plan was simple: slip in, grab the gift bags, and vanish before the cake was cut. The only snag was the kid‑watching robot that roamed the party, equipped with a sensor that beeped whenever it detected motion. Molly checked the map of the hallway on her phone, tracing a route that avoided the security camera’s blind spot. Bill, ever the pragmatist, pulled out a bag of confetti grenades—tiny paper explosions that would look like a birthday surprise while they made their escape. They rehearsed the code words, the hand signals, and the precise timing of the “scream” that would distract the kids. The clock ticked, and the hallway lights flickered, casting long shadows that made the mission feel like a cartoon heist. Molly smiled, her grin as wide as a piñata, and whispered, “Ready?” Bill nodded, his eyes glittering with mischief. Bill: “Alright, the kid‑watching robot is our biggest hurdle. We need a distraction that makes it think it’s a game.” Molly: “I’ve got a stash of squeaky toys. One for each corner. The robot will chase the noise and forget the presents.” Bill: “Perfect. And the confetti grenades—when we throw them, the kids will think it’s a surprise shower, and the robot’s sensors will be overloaded.” Molly: “We’ll need a signal. I’ll use the ‘boom’ of the cake cutter—when they hear it, we sprint.” Bill: “And the exit? The inflatable castle’s tunnel leads to the back parking lot. No one will look there during the piñata smash.” Molly: “Don’t forget the gift bags are stacked near the candy table. We’ll grab them in one swift motion, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.” Bill: “What about the parents? They’ll be busy with the clown’s balloon animals. We’ll slip behind the curtain and disappear.” Molly: “Exactly. And if the robot spots us, I’ll toss a squeaky duck. Its high‑pitched squeal will trigger its anti‑noise mode.” Bill: “One more thing—after the cake is cut, the kids will be screaming. That’s our perfect cover.” Molly: “Alright, let’s do a quick run‑through. You on the left, I on the right, and we meet at the candy table.” Bill: “Ready when you are.” Molly: “Ready.” Bill: “Remember, if the robot starts beeping, we drop the confetti and run—no looking back.” Molly: “And if a kid grabs a gift, we’ll just claim it’s a party favor and keep moving.” Bill: “All set. Let’s make this the most unforgettable birthday heist ever.”